MAKING MY WAY UPSTAIRS, I settled for looking through a large cardboard box that was in the VINTAGE BEDROOM and carried it into my Bedroom sitting down in a comfortable chair with a fan blowing on me. Then proceeded to go through all the contents.
Cards and letters from years ago. Christmas, Holidays, Valentine's Day, Easter, Birthdays, Anniversaries, Birth Announcements, Graduations, Parties, Thank yous, Thinking of You, Wedding invitations, etc.
It took a couple of hours to go through as I Boo-Hooed. Sobbing. This was a trip down memory lane that I didn't know would affect me the way it did. Hand written notes from friends and loved ones that have departed. Kind words and well wishes.
Letters that go way back. Sobering and sombering. Happy memories in my hands. Love letters and beautiful cards from my Husband. Mother's Day cards from my children. Thank yous from our Parents, children, friends.
I boo-hooed.
PAUSE.
It is moments like this that I am very thankful to be in my HOME, alone in the room to where I can sob. And sob I did.
I placed the cards and letters in a plastic storage box. Snapped the lid on. I will go back through these at a later date if allowed and group the cards and letters together such as grouping all the cards from my children together, all cards and letters from my Parents and In-laws. Siblings. Old friends. Grandchildren.
I will keep these cards and letters for now. I want them.
After I snapped the lid on the box, I went into the Vintage room and began going through the closet. I can turn loose of this and I can turn loose of that. Piled stuff on the bed. Will start putting stuff in boxes to get rid of. Slowly I am making progress.
I truly am downsizing. Decluttering. At 66, it is a phase of LIFE that I must go through. My Mother was in her mid 70s when she did this. I remember well as she prepared for an auction. I don't think I will be having an auction, but I know I am downsizing because I seriously need to.
Like peeling layer after layer of an onion, I am peeling away years of things that I collected. Being ever so careful with what to get rid of, I am turning loose of years of things I no longer need anymore. Will I get to the bottom of this? I hope so.
Allowing memories to soak in deep as I read the hand written notes. Revisiting them has a different feel for me today. If I cannot embrace all the goodness these pieces of paper represent than I need to reread them all again.
That Garth Brooks song, THE DANCE, comes to mind. Alan Jackson's song REMEMBER WHEN makes me cry. When I read the notes, I could hear the loved one speaking to me what they had written. Their faces come to mind and I am grateful that I had the DANCE and I REMEMBER WHEN.
Being sentimental is a part of my make-up. I mustn't be controlled by emotions, but I must have emotions as this is a part of being human. A part of being Deanna. My sentimental memories are on overload right now. Thankful for the moments that were celebrated in LIFE. Refreshed memories to embrace before going through the next box.
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